Quan Yifei felt a wave of icy shivers on her back, so she smiled flatteringly and went along with Quan Jingwu: "Third Brother, you have good taste. This is really nice. Your little cotton-padded jacket will definitely love it."
Jian Qing: "..."
Was it okay for her to be such a turncoat?
Quan Jingwu shifted his gaze away. Quan Yifei wiped her forehead, feeling completely startled.
"Jingwu, if you make your son live in this princess-styled room, they might hold it against you," Quan Mingxuan teased.
"I'd be happy to." Quan Jingwu glanced at him coldly, retorting.
"What if we try this? One room in princess-style and the other styled for a little prince?" Rhee suggested.
"Second auntie, what if Jian Qing gives birth to two little princes?" Quan Mingxuan glanced at Quan Jingwu, intentionally suggesting.
